Article 64

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"The Lord summoned us today to choose a master for that Mr. Mo?"

"It's strange, why doesn't the lord teach it himself?"

"It seems that the root of the little nephew is not suitable for practicing the mind of the lord." Someone muttered, "But it doesn't mean that all the elders will be gathered here, and the young master will choose one by one?"

Elder Lu Cun sighed faintly, brushed his elegant and smooth long hair, and said plaintively: "I feel that at this moment, I am like a cheap cabbage, placed on the desk, waiting for young master Mo to pick."

Everyone: "..."

So can this sissy stop telling the big truth like this?

After waiting for a long time, the Lord finally came. He walked up a thousand steps and came to Tongtian Tower, followed by a young man behind him.

Chu Wanning just glanced at it casually, but before he could see it clearly, he turned his eyes away and continued to study his nail cover. Didn't even bother to take a second look.

When it comes to apprenticeship, I have to talk about how unconventional and unconventional the summit of death and life is. For other sects, the master is superior, touching the head of a new disciple and saying: "Young man, I think you have a lot of wisdom. From today on, you will be my disciple."

The apprentice didn't even have a chance to say "no".

Or the master looked indifferent and contemptuous, waving his sleeves and said: "Young man, your skull is too high, your eyes are dull, and the back of your head is boney. It is not what my disciple should look like. You have no destiny with me, and I will not accept you as a disciple."

Then the apprentice didn't have time to express himself, the master flew away with a whoosh of the sword, running faster than a dog.

The pinnacle of life and death is different, the master and the disciple choose each other.

What does that mean?

There are twenty elders on the summit of death and life. After getting started, all the disciples can submit a teacher's invitation card piously after getting along for a period of time, expressing their willingness to practice with the elder.

If the elders accept it, then everyone will be happy.

If the elder doesn't accept it, the disciple can stalk and stalk until the elder softens or the disciple gives up.

Logically speaking, Chu Wanning is highly skilled and handsome, and he should be like a market, and all the disciples will worship him as their master if they squeeze their heads. But it is not.

Chu Wanning's face is good-looking, but his temper is outrageous. It is said that he can beat female disciples as male disciples when he is annoyed, and directly sink male disciples. Few people have the courage to worship such a master.

Therefore, under Elder Yuheng's sect, the horses were deserted.

Except for Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, and Xue Meng's friend Shi Mei, he has never accepted anyone.

Everyone would rather call him "Elder" respectfully than call him "Master" affectionately.

Chu Wanning said coldly that he was not sad, lowered his head nonchalantly, and continued to dump the cold mech weapons. What sleeve quiver, martial law whistle, are designed for others. The earlier it is done, the sooner more people will be spared suffering.

So he didn't expect that Mo Ran would choose himself without hesitation.

At that time, he was frowning, rubbing the sharp thorns on his fingertips, thinking about how to improve, and he didn't pay attention to what the Lord said to everyone.

Suddenly, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Chu Wanning, who had finished thinking about the improved formula of sharp thorns, suddenly realized that the surroundings where the human voice was buzzing just now seemed to be too silent.

So he finally looked away from his fingertips, and raised his eyelids with some impatience and questioning.

Then he saw a face.

It is almost dazzling in the sun.

It was a handsome young man looking up at him. The corner of the young man's mouth was curled with a lazy, vague smile, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep, a little smoky, but also a little innocent. A pair of black and purple eyes were staring at him without blinking, half eager and curious.

He is new here and doesn't know the rules. The distance between them is so close that it can almost be called rude.

Suddenly a person appeared from a short distance away, Chu Wanning was taken aback, as if he had been burned, he subconsciously took a step back, and with a bang, his head hit the tree trunk.

The boy slightly opened his eyes wide: "Ah..."

Chu Wanning: "..."

juvenile:"……"

Chu Wanning: "What are you doing?"

The young man smiled and said: "Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time, why don't you pay attention to me."

The author has something to say: every day I feel that feeding the fish is like a erha with a clear brain circuit, and the master is like a Satsuma who is cold and reserved on the outside and very gentle on the inside...

Ah, suddenly I really want to change the name to "The Erha and His Master Satsuma"

Chapter 27 Let me cook you a bowl of noodles

Chu Wanning was completely dizzy.

I also blamed myself for being too obsessed, and being unguarded at the peak of death and life, I didn't even notice that someone was approaching me.

what happened? Where did the child come from? Ah, it seems to be that Mo... What is Mo? Ink burn? Ink boil? Ink... fish?

He tidied up his expression and skillfully controlled his demeanor into a state of "don't get close to strangers". He quickly wiped away the surprise and panic in his phoenix eyes, revealing his usual sharpness and meanness.

"you--"

Just as he was about to reprimand him habitually, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

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